Event Log: Party Hard

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Party Hard event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 24th-June 2nd
Warnings: Party Rockin'

Delight volunteering to go off to spy has been a somber moment for Hadriel indeed- but she doesn't want you to be sad for her! As a matter of fact, it's time for joy- and we all know that Delight's favorite way to pass the time is with a party!

So, on the morning of May 24th, she'll be trying to inspire everyone here to get their blood pumping a little in a fun way with a constant stream of partying! To you old timers here, the party will be rather similar to Delight's resurrection event, with a few notable twists.

Don't worry, don't worry- there's still going to be patent-pending Delight Energy Shots at the new bar, but with this party, the longer you go, the harder you go.

See, Rage wants to get in on the action a little too, and what better way than by exerting her own influence on the party and making it the most wild, savage bash you've ever been to? As the party goes on, and as you keep dancing, you find yourself unable to stop. It's not forced, but... you need to keep partying, to keep upping the ante. Before you know it, you've thrown rocks through windows, smashed a bottle over someone's head, and sharpened your pitchfork for that local mob you've always wanted to join.

Be careful out there. It's dangerous to get swept up in on the action- and maybe even more dangerous to try and avoid it. You've read about mob mentalities, haven't you?

Good luck, and happy partying!

► This log covers May 24th-June 2n.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you party too hard, go too extreme, and are just too punk rock for livin', please let us know here.

Comments

Celebrimbor; Open

[handofsilver]

May 24th-May 28th (Party!)

(When one hasn't partaken of Delight's, well, delights in many years, one tends to indulge excessively. Celebrimbor is an ancient Elf and he should perhaps know self-control, but to Angband (Mordor?) with it. It takes a lot for him to be drunk - a downfall of his race (maybe?) - but somehow, through immense effort, he manages it at some point on the twenty-fifth. Before that auspicious day, he dances as much as his bum leg allows, moving with a grace his broken body has not possessed since before Sauron came to call. There is also a curiously bright and happy expression on his features, transforming him from a rather dark, shy and sometimes downright grumpy Elf into an Elvish youth who has nothing but a bright future before him.

Then the twenty-fifth comes to call and his mind is clouded in the strange bliss of inebriation. His dancing is wilder - perilously so - and though he does not fall, there are a few close calls. No one is allowed to stay on the sidelines of his dancing either. He will grab you - roughly if necessary - and show you the steps. If he is denied, a certain Fëanorian temper will surface and he is not above throwing punches or doing far worse.)

May 29th-June 2nd (Aftermath)

(Four days of drunken revelry leave the Elf in a bad state. His leg is injured - re-injured, rather - and he is unable to rise on his own to even make it home. He can be found against various walls - having moved himself through the sad art of crawling - and his silver eyes are clouded with pain and frustration. What has he done to himself?! For what purpose?!

Delight has not done him any favors.)

aftermath

[souveraine]

[The partying seemed to have stopped after a few days, which Anne was grateful for. It was time to venture out to get supplies- she needed tea and food for the strange cat which had decided to take up residence in her apartment.

But the sight of Celebrimbor made her stop, eyes wide. She wasn't sure what happened to him but she still carefully approached him.]

Celebrimbor....it's me. [She knelt before him, reaching out to touch his shoulder.]

oh no cute <3

[handofsilver]

(He would be grateful too if he wasn't in such a poor state. He feels disgusting and pathetic and his leg is throbbing with each beat of his heart. Though his long hair hides the majority of his grimace, he still peers out at the world dully.

Anne has a sweet voice and some spark of life reenters his eyes as she calls for him. He drags himself out of his stupor and blinks at her.)

Lady Anne... (Now he feels even more pathetic. Struggling, he tries to lift himself up...to no avail.) It's...

My leg.

[souveraine]

Wrap an arm around me. [She gently urged him, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him.] I'll help you up and you can lean on me, my apartment is not far.

[She couldn't leave him, she would try to carry him as much as she could.]

[handofsilver]

I do not want to overwhelm you. (But she is already helping! He flushes despite his pain, using the wall as leverage too. Once on his feet, his arm wrapped around Anne's shoulders, he steadies himself on one leg, forehead furrowed and breathing uneven.)

Just...a moment...

[souveraine]

You are not overwhelming me, I assure you. [She kept her arm firmly around his waist, making sure he was steady.]

Let me know when you are ready to walk, I will stay with you every step of the way.

[handofsilver]

(A small smile replaces the frown and he gives her a little squeeze.)

I cannot fail. (But he is wondering where he has set his cane and/or his staff. Clearly he has lost what is left of his common sense. Taking a deep breath, he sets himself to taking the first step and then the next.)

Thank you. You did not have to help.

Party! The 26th

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin has lately been working graveyard shift, but tonight, for some inexplicable reason, he is off at midnight. He goes to the new bar and downs a couple of Delight's Energy Shots, and heads for home. He hasn't seen either his son or his brother lately, since the three of them seem to have been assigned different Guard shifts.

He staggers a little as he leaves the bar, stuck by a wave of euphoria and inebriation. Whew! Strong stuff. It takes a lot to get a hard-drinking Nolderin Elf drunk.

But as he heads through the city center on his way to Delight's Housing, he sees a very familiar figure -- his son! -- dancing up a storm.

"Cel?"

dance~

[handofsilver]

Tell him about it, Atar! Celebrimbor is drunk on the stuff and other brews besides and he cannot make himself stay still. His dark hair flies out around him and he grins at whoever catches his eye, openly flirting. Curufin himself earns a far more brilliant and quite disarming smile, however.

"Father! Dance with me?" he holds out his hands, eyes practically glowing.

absolutely!

[so_dark_a_road]

Celebrimbor's smile has always been a disarming one, for his father. Curufin would dance with him if this were a funeral! He comes closer, smiles his own brilliant smile, and takes Cel's hands.

"Why not?"

[handofsilver]

There is definitely no funeral! For once. Celebrimbor briefly touches their foreheads together with warm, happy affection, squeezing Curufin's hands.

"I can teach you new steps." he grins with joy and challenge, seemingly unhindered by a body that is not accustomed to such exercise. His steps are light, translating his euphoria without needing to say a word.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufn smiles into his son's eyes, glad to see him in such a buoyant state. Although he does wonder how this has come about.

The gods, of course.

But he won't quibble. Celebrimbor needs this lift of the spirit. . . not to mention the body. There is good in it, even if it's only temporary. And who knows? -- maybe some of it will last.

"All right, my son! Teach me those new steps." A welcome challenge, for both of them. Curufin has not danced in a long time, whereas once he was swift to do so. The days and nights of the pioneering era in East Beleriand flash across his memory, the revelry when they were not working. He remembers, too, that he often brought his child with him and that they laughed and danced together.

Aftermath

[amos_moses]

Oh...

[Amos himself is looking more than a little ragged, but he's at least walking. A little bruised and scraped, but walking, and he hurries across the street.]

Hey...you need a hand?

welcome to the hang-over~

[handofsilver]

(He grimaces at the mere sound of the voice, his ears feeling overly sensitive. As if his leg throbbing relentlessly isn't bad enough, right? But he detects the note of kindness in the tone, peering up at Amos curiously.)

...more than one as fate would have it.

[amos_moses]

Well, good thing I got more'n one.

You hurt? Or just hungover?

[Amos crouches down beside the Elf. Previous experience has taught him that these are not the bad sort of fae, and he's highly unlikely to be eaten or enchanted. He offers Celebrimbor a smile, and if it's tired and lacking a lot of its usual cheer, well, they're cavewide coming off one hell of a trip and the crash is always rough.]

[handofsilver]

I am in good company, I see. (He smiles weakly, his pale cheeks flushing ever so slightly under the scrutiny.) Both, I fear, and more besides. I think I have fractured my leg.

(A hand is rubbed over said leg and he sighs shakily.) It cannot sustain my weight at present, which has left me against this wall.

[amos_moses]

Saints help us, I'm not gonna be much help then.

[Amos's medical experience is mainly basic first aid and improvisations learned in combat. He frown at the leg in question, then looks around to see if there's anything they can use for a splint. He knws that much at least....though helping Celebrimbor walk is going to be hilarious, as Amos is pretty sure the Elf is taller than his own five foot five inches.]

Lessee...I think that board might do...

[He pushes back to his feet and goes to fetch a small piece of wood...huh, maybe it's a chair leg. Well, he can break it in half and it'll be fine. And there might be some cloth in this broken-out store window....oh and a bottle of water, that's good for a hangover. Amos brings his loot back to his new friend.]

Alright, let's see 'bout getting you patched up 'nuff to get you to the clinic. Here, drink this if you can, helps with the hangover.

26th!

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie isn't above being tugged into a dance, especially in this state. Buuuuut, she also has no idea how to dance, and being very very drunk for the first time in her life isn't exactly a stellar aid when it comes to hand eye co-ordination.]

Show me again! Again, again! Go dude, go!

[handofsilver]

(He will happily teach her an Elvish dance or two! She is small enough for him to dip and spin with ease, grinning all the while.)

Only if you can keep up!

[survivorsguilt]

[It's certainly easier if he takes the lead and all she has to do is let herself be spun and tug along. Delight's shots mean she's also buzzing with energy, so even if she's not exactly a skilled dancer, she's definitely enthusiastic and able to keep up.]

Of course I can!

[Her head spins as she does, and Ellie laughs wildly.]

[handofsilver]

(She won't have any choice but to learn! Celebrimbor might even lift her off her feet a time or two, laughing joyously.)

I know you can! (Because she is young and adorable. Elves have a fondness for youth and it is very hard for them to resist protecting and playing with someone like Ellie.) You would fit right in at a Elven gathering!

25th

[utulien_aure]

You could have just asked! [Fingon is a swirl of blue silks and gold ribbons on the dance floor, easily keeping pace with his -younger? Is Celebrimbor still younger, and would it be fair to ask?- cousin.] Though I think the steps might have changed slightly; the last time I danced this I'm sure we moved to the left just there.

[handofsilver]

And waste time? (Does age matter? Do old wounds matter? Celebrimbor, at the moment, will give a resounding no to both questions! His cousin looks lovely and he will dance with him!)

I have my own steps. (He spins them, holding onto Fingon's hands with a bright laugh.) I do not like predictability!

[utulien_aure]

A fair point, and a fairer philosophy! [What else can he say to that? Bright glad and alive, Celebrimbor is magnetic.]

Alright then, keep showing me! [He laughs joyously, soon matching his cousin's moves.]

[handofsilver]

I shall whether my philosophy is fair or foul! (He takes the lead and leaves space between them so Fingon can see each step. As soon as his cousin catches on, he will give him a happy little spin, grinning.)

You are a fast learner!